Prohibited

21| Punishment

A M I R A. L U C I A N O

Finally. After what had felt like forever, we were finally here. I haven't really had to travel that often. We've been enemies with the American mafia for some time now, they're always just 1 step behind us, lurking and being cautious of us.

Once we were in the airport, we collected our bags and waited for our ride to pick us up and drive us to our temporary house, where we would be given our roles.

The whole time, Magnus hadn't talk to me. The only interaction we made was eye contact a few times, but it wasn't even genuine, it was just cold stares and scoffs.

I guess it's just best not to bother him, I mean, he was supposed to take over his mafia, and after being told so many times you're taking over a mafia, only to not have it; must be frustrating.

We soon arrived at a spacious apartment. It was modern, but discreet.

"Oh no,no! Please, allow me to assist you." The driver said, getting our luggage's.

He helped us bring them in and then left. The guards assigned to the mission with us surrounded the area, but not as much to the point where we'd be easily spotted.

"Well, here we are. Should we look for the papers?" The papers I was talking about are papers with our fake profile. Papá said they would be on the kitchen counter and would have our undercover information on it.

He didn't say anything and just walked into the house.

Rude..

He walked into the kitchen and swiped the papers off the island. He read them before rolling his eyes and and setting them back down. He walked away to his bags and brought them closer into the apartment before locking the door with the keys and hanging them.

I picked up the papers and went through our profiles. I saw mine first with my photo. Name: Lila Rose, 18 years, applied job: recruiting...

It just said all the little but 'important' details for people to see. I flipped to the next paper and saw Magnus.

Fuck.

He looks fucking seducing in this photo. His front profile showed his sharp nose, defined, strong jaw, piercing eyes, and his dark hair pushed back, a few strands falling in front his face.

I was staring so hard, I felt my eyes about to pop out.

Name: Aaron Louis, 21 years, applied job: recruiting..

These were pretty much our 'job' applications. We had to bring them with us in 2 days when we go to the Americans training range.

I finally set the papers down only to look back up at a tall dark haired man, looking better than the photo.

"You know, if you wanted to stare at me, you could've asked instead of settling for a flimsy photo." His arms crossed over his lower chest. "But you were probably right to not have asked me, cause I wouldn't have said yes." He inched closer in my face, as if to intimidate me.

"I was just staring because I realized how much of a horse you look." The horrible lie slipped from my tongue. I realized that he was right. I was staring hard that whole time. But it's not weird. I mean, he's an attractive guy.

"Right.. you know what you can do to horses?" He knelt down closer to me.

"W...what?" I hesitated to answer.

He brushed a strand of hair behind my ear before whispering. " Ride them.." he came back up with a evil smirk, his hand now cupping the bottom of my chin.